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I'm an impulse shopper, and I'm not afraid to admit it.

Confession time: I'm an occasional shopper. What does that mean, you ask? Well, I don't splurge without provocation. No, I'll shell out for a little Marni whut-whut only when an upcoming event demands something new and/or breathtaking. Case in point: Saturday. Let's just say that a twilight cocktail party was being held...on a boat. If that's not a completely respectable excuse to throw down for a new Chloe dress, then I don't know what is. I had almost decided to buy the mod eggplant minishift (ladies, you KNOW which one I mean) when sales dude offered helpfully, "It really downplays your broad shoulders." I have broad shoulders?!? Sheesh. My passion for the dress evaporated, and I moved on, resigned to wearing some old navy eyelet number instead. Splurge avoided! Bank of America thanks all parties involved.

Then yesterday, as we are prone to do, homegirl Nadia and I hit up our fave store Uniqlo. We enter, we drool, we purchase - often reemerging onto Broadway toting an entirely new outfit, merely 50 bucks poorer. That sort of shopping requires no occasion, mmmmkay?

How do y'all shop? Do you splurge randomly and impulsively? If so, I salute you.